Kirsten (“Keer-stuhn,” not kuhr-stun or kris-ten or chris-tian) was right on time rather than the standard one hour late and The Mill was full, but not jam-packed. JM and I shared a booth with a nice lady who was attending her very first campaign event of this cycle having chosen Kirsten as her favorite after the first debate. That’s notable because I thought she was kind of stumbly than night.
Kirsten is powerful though and I think possibly generally overunderestimated, sadly maybe partially due to her appearance – being very blonde and pretty. She told about being raised by her badass mother, a working attorney, who also cooked, cleaned and made clothes for the family. She roasted a turkey every Thanksgiving – after hunting it down and shooting it herself. Her grandmother was a similarly formidable character.
Kirsten claims to be the bravest candidate and far braver than Donald. I believe her. She recounted a number of impressive tales of political vanquishment and triumph as a senator from New York. I also saw her doing the classic hold-a-baby thing and the baby, after a minute of assessing her, lay her little head on Kirsten’s shoulder. Has any baby in it’s right mind ever lay it’s head on Donald’s shoulder? I think not.
Earlier in the day Kirsten released her plan to address climate change, “the biggest existential threat to humanity.” She says, “climate change should be this generation’s moonshot,” establishing competition between nations as to who can muster the best engineering and most effective policy. It was a good thing for Kennedy and the country and will be a good thing for Gillibrand and the country too.
After a few weeks of not thinking too much about the democratic 2020 candidates I hereby declare Kamala, Kirsten and Elizabeth as my top three. Elizabeth, however fails the Baby Boomers Are Too Old test and might therefore give way to Cory, or Pete.
yrmama’s sprained ankle, crutches etc. etc. bled into a delightful week in Colorado at 11,000′ meaning very little oxygen. I may or may not have missed some local campaign events but no apologies. This coming week I will be in Nashville hanging out at the International Ehlers Danlos Society conference – sort of a social group for the chronically ill and tragically clumsy who are also into learning medical stuff. I think I’ll get a tattoo. Also, the yrmamas are in the process of becoming Canadian citizens so if Donald does get reelected and declares martial law we are all moving north.